Delirious

Jun 08, 2008 13:53

Things have been a little stressed around the house lately, but last night we had a bit of healthy catharsis. Pat and I were in bed wailing with laughter about mythical creatures called "Squonk Oxen."

Squonk Oxen were born in mad giggling fits, somehow developed from a discussion on Musk Oxen, then to Skunks, and then to Squirrels. Apparently, Squonk Oxen are the size and shape of musk oxen, with the spraying ability of a skunk that size, but they are arboreal like squirrels, and share their mannerisms most closely--except they have four dextrous hands like monkeys-- but that taxonomically speaking, they are most closely related to sloths. We determined that they must have originated around the time Alaska was covered in palm trees.

Imaginative hijacks ensued, as we first substituted the Squonk oxen for the squirrels living in his mother's back yard. It got really silly when we mentioned the elusive flying squonk ox, and how they would silently stalk his dad's car. Things turned more serious, as we imagined the terrible aftermath of electrocuted squonk oxen falling from electricity wires, much like squirrels do in southern regions.

One further note about Squonk Oxen: they are all orthodox Jewish, so if you put out suet in the winter, please make sure it is kosher.
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